[ stiles isn't the first person here that billy's been able to converse with in elvish, but he is the first he's actually been able to speak it with. he'd gone back and forth a little with quentin not too long ago, but there's quite a difference between writing and speaking in billy's opinion, and it's been way too long since he's been able to toss out a little quenya like it's nothing.

billy already thought stiles was a pretty good friend, but this? this just shot him pretty much all the way to the top. billy's... happy. he feels lucky to have met someone he can just be nerdy with and not feel stupid or lowkey judged, or humored. next, he'll have to see if stiles can read and write aurebesh.

stiles gets a little sentimental, and billy goes quiet too, a little touched if he's honest. he closes his eyes and smiles faintly to himself, finally starting to feel sleep pulling at his edges. he's not about to fall asleep, but he'll probably start to get there soon. when he answers, his voice is a little quieter, skirting the edges of mumbling. ]

... Yeah? I wouldn't say I'm great, but - I'm glad. That I can help things suck a little less, I mean. But - I like you a lot too. You're pretty great. Nán alassea omenita tye, Stiles.